my car, my rules.

I have this issue where I think of the most efficient way of doing something, and I think that is the right way of doing something (ie, the way that my husband should do it). Whether it's multitasking and cleaning while cooking, or being the world's most annoying backseat driver, my poor husband patiently puts up with my bossyness and often concedes that his way is often more inefficient than my way.

Here's the thing though, something I observed as a child is that relationships are more important than being right. My mother was often right and it ruined her relationship with me, my sister and my dad. Her way was best (until it wasn't or on the rare occasion when I proved her wrong, I felt vindicated). Joke's on me, I have become my own mother. 

Bossing people around, leadership, and constantly trying to improve things comes naturally to me as it does not to my husband. In my brain, there are a million people running around going, "MAYDAY MAYDAY, THIS COULD HAVE BEEN DONE BETTER IF YOU WERE IN CHARGE AND YOU HAD DELEGATED EACH PERSON TO DO WHAT THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO DO." I know you can visualize the cartoon scene I see in my head. Perhaps you can relate as well.

Picture me cooking a meal for my husband and asking him to come down and eat, him deciding to finish up writing an email and the food getting cold, a regular occurrence in our household. 

My way (pausing what you are doing right away, coming downstairs, and eating a hot meal) in my head just makes more sense to me and perhaps it does to you as well. But this year, I think I want to do things the wrong way, a different way instead, just for kicks.

Maybe I live inefficiently for a year and find that I am much happier, feel more loved, laugh more. It'll be a grand experiment.

So today, I'll hold my tongue instead of backseat driving.